And so she has me in her thrall again
Inspired by the ABBA song of the same name from Mamma Mia, the movie.
Here’s the meaning of the word, which I had to look up –
adverb & adjective : (especially as a direction) in a moderately slow tempo.
noun : a movement, passage, or composition marked to be performed andante. Continue reading →
A trio from my dad. Continue reading →
I came across a new word recently; an abbreviation, really – FOMO, the Fear Of Missing Out. Purportedly explaining why, like lemmings, we are all jumping onto the same bandwagon that we see others doing. Be it at work, running at a frantic, frenetic pace in the race to corporate head honcho-dom or megabucks. Or in our personal lives, to acquire bigger, better tangibles before the other guy.
can not run a 4 minute mile
1) Peace is when things are whole.
Otherwise, it always in pieces.
2) If connecting with the consciousness is absolute heaven,
connecting with the conscience can sometimes be arrant hell.
This phantasmagorical world we live in
Full of wonderment
Sparking the imagination
Captivating the senses
A mirage of moha* and maya^
An experiential delight
The things we do
In pursuit of challenge and achievement
Elusive dreams and obsessive desires Continue reading →
There’s something about…
…the scent of monsoon in the air
… the wind in your hair
…the breeze against your face
…the sun on your skin
…the grass beneath your feet
…a book in your hands
…a dog cuddled in your lap
…a melody playing in your ears
…a song in your heart
…a prayer upon your lips
…happiness in your mind
I’ve been spending a lot of time recently hanging out with my oldest buddies. We’ve been sitting hours. No phones, no iPads, no books even! Music’s okay, as long as it’s not too distracting. But, outsiders – no way! It’s almost like a very exclusive club, a band of brothers, a secret society. One for all and all for one kind of thing.
We’re thick, the three of us. Often chilling together. Making small talk about anything under the sun that catches our fancy, sometimes engaging in deep, meaningful conversation, laughing at a private joke. Of course, we don’t talk talk, as in don’t actually speak aloud, no words are said, but each one seamlessly understands what the other is saying. Telepathy, you know? It’s cool most times; we enjoy our days. We’re pretty sync-ed. We’re easy going. Since we’ve been together long enough, we know who’s what.
Of course, there are squabbles, disagreements. Strong ones. Then it’s hell. Because, you see, we occupy the same space. So I can’t get away from them even I wanted to. Impossible! And then it becomes too much – three cantankerous, intransigent voices inside one head! A ménage a trois of temporary frenemies in the mind. But it’s good that way. There’s a pushback, “naaah, doesn’t work!”. Alternate points of view. Different opinions. And once the confusion and din fades, oh, the clarity!
Our best times are when no one’s around. Early mornings, late nights, a few moments during the day. We do a quick catch up and run through things. See how it’s going, help things along, share stuff, secrets, disappointments & delight, pull the other guy up if he’s feeling down, or simply spread the cheer. Could be anything. Work, issues, botherations, or like I said, even happiness!
And I am happy. Real happy to have Me and Myself around as my BFFs. Because if we stick around as one triptych, ain’t nothing that can shake us.
Go ahead, try it. I insist… you really must! Just ask Yourself and You to spend more time with You. And you’ll never ever be alone.
Nothing overt seems to have happened
But a smile breaks out
On your face
As wide as an upturned rainbow